The door to the emergency room finally opened. I snapped out of my daze and rushed towards where my brother laid. The doctors stepped in and shook his head somberly.
"Doctor, is he going to be okay? Answer me, please say something. Doctor! My brother, Dominic he-"
I choked out those words sobbing uncontrollably. I knew the situation was taking a turn for the worse, but stubbornly kept being in denial. He was my only kin in the world now. I lost my parents back when I was younger to another traffic accident. My brother was the one who took care of me.
I couldn't lose him. I can't.
" Your brother has pulled through for now-" I heaved a sigh of relief after hearing that and started to reassure myself.
" But he is now in a vegetative state. It is unlikely that he would be waking up. We will place him in the ICU to continue monitoring his condition."
My heart shattered. What did he do to deserve this? Dominic was such a kind person and even if we were not doing well, he would always look out for others. Not himself. He is the kindest person I know out there. Why? How could this happen to him?
I thanked the doctor in a trance and they left. I quickly ran to the ICU and saw them pushing my brother into the room. Tears couldn't stop flowing out of my eyes and I held back many sobs as I could only watch when they inserted numerous tubing's into his frail body.
He had just completed a major surgery, of course he would he pale looking. The healthy glow has left his face and he looked deathly white. I rushed to his side after the doctors left and held his hand.
His breathing was shallow, and looked as if it could stop any moment. Looking at the monitor I could see that his heart was beating dangerously slow, and I would get anxious every time I see a flatline for too long. He doesn't deserve this. Not him.
Leaning back on the chair I wiped away the dried up tears and thought through the situation. I definitely have to take on more part time jobs. Hospital fees are expensive. The insurance would cover some of it and the driver had offered to chip in too.
She was a woman in her mid 20s and looked terrified when she knocked into my brother. She looked very apologetic and even got onto her knees to ask for our forgiveness. She told us that she was usually very careful in driving but today somehow she didn't see Dominic infront of her.
I gasped. The black being. It must be it's doing. I'm certain it wasn't a hallucination. I grabbed my jacket and wallet, after kissing my brother's head and held his hand one last time.
"I'll be back real quick. I love you" I whispered into his ear, hoping that it would somehow reach him.
With that, I set out to the accident site, determined to find any evidence I could. This was no accident.
It's time for revenge.
